Cloaked
As the rain, so to the leaves,
Falling their way to the ground.
A sharp cutting breeze blows today.
I sense you more with each passing day.
I loathe your return with an ache in my bones.
You lurk beyond waters recently abandoned.
Just out of view.
Clouds on the horizon are your cloak dragging ragged.
Long, cold, and lifeless,
My soul will shiver in captivity yearning for re-germination.
“Please leave in
haste without thought of revenge.”
Copyright Nathan McLeod 2015
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